Heroes

Elle and I were in the drive-thru at McDonald’s, waiting in a line of cars for my caramel frappe.  A bus pulled into the parking lot and though I could barely see inside the tinted windows, there was alot of activity.  I half-expected to see a huge church group or the Boy Scouts exit the bus but was pleasantly surprised to see members of the Coast Guard stepping out.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one.  This little boy flat out froze in the parking lot, like he’d just seen Santa Claus or the A-Team or Captain America and his cronies just magically appear out of nowhere.  Mom yanked another little boy out of their truck while Dad chased down a pair of Coast Guardsmen and asked if they wouldn’t mind taking a picture with their sons.

I wish I could  have been on the other side of this just to see the huge smiles on those boys’ faces.

Normally I wouldn’t invade someone else’s moment like this, but I do wish there were more moments like this.  Maybe then I wouldn’t have to take a picture of this family’s moment.  You never know what this kind of experience will do for a kid.  Honestly, I can imagine this little boy asking his mom to frame the photograph and hang it on his wall or put it on his computer desk  just so he could have something that will always remind him about that time in a McDonald’s parking lot when he met real-life heroes, when his dad chased down two men in uniform and asked for a photogragh with his sons.  Call me cheesy, but I think that’s pretty cool.

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About Dena

I'm a suburban Clevelander by way of Oklahoma City, by way of North Florida, by way of Southern Maryland, by way of Upper Michigan, by way of Northern Italy, by way of Lower Michigan, by way of Texas. Because of living in so many places, I have something in common with almost everyone I meet. I love reading, writing, and American history (especially reading or writing about American history). I'm interested in culture of place, historical trauma, and writing about the kinds of histories most people don't know about.
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